Lord Alfred Tennyson

And feet like sunny gems on an English green.

And feet like sunny gems on an English green.

The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with read more

The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with her feet unseen
Crushed the wild passion out against the floor.

Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go read more

Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever. - The Brook.

So much to do, so little done, such things to be.

So much to do, so little done, such things to be.

And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.

And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.